Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the two little ancestors finally calmed down.
"That young master, thank you so much. Yu'er, take the young master to the second floor quickly and wait for him." Mother Wang hurriedly called a maid on the side. Ji Nanbei covered Ye Fuxun with a quilt and frowned as he looked at it.
The man couldn't help but stretched out his hand to smooth it for her. He stretched out his hand and touched the wound, frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.
Mother Wang opened her eyes wide, took a deep breath, and turned around to block the maid behind her. "Everyone, go out. Mr. Zhong is fine. Don't stand here. Go down and work..." As she said this, Mother Wang drove everyone away.
He walked out, closed the door, and twisted his fat body to walk to Ye Fuxun's bed, "This young master, although our young master dresses up as a man, I believe you can see that she is a real woman. Men and women cannot be intimate with each other. You
Get out quickly." What did she see just now? This man touched Princess Chen's forehead. Is this a way to cuckold His Royal Highness? Mother Wang didn't dare to think if anyone saw the deviant behavior of the two of them just now.
.
Ji Nanbei suppressed the tenderness in his eyes, turned around and said, "Take good care of her, and when she wakes up, remember to give her a bowl of hangover medicine." His voice was light, with his unique gentleness.
Mother Wang only knew that Ji Nanbei often came to Mingyue Pavilion, but she didn't know his identity. She just vaguely felt that his identity was not simple, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely take good care of my son."
Ji Nanbei glanced at Ye Fuxun, who was still frowning. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the corner of his clothes was tightly grabbed by a plain hand. The drunk man on the bed had no idea what was going on in his mouth.
What is the dream chanting?
"Oh, my young master, my princess." Mother Wang looked at the death-defying rhythm of a certain princess, and stepped forward to break Ye Fuxun's hand off, but the squeeze became tighter and tighter.
"It hurts..." Ye Fuxun groaned in his dream. Ji Nanbei pushed away Mother Wang's fat body and looked at her like a sharp sword. Mother Wang staggered and looked at Ji Nanbei with some fear.
She didn't use much strength just now.
Ji Nanbei lowered his head to examine his hand carefully and felt relieved when he saw that there were no signs of injury.
"Don't leave..." Ye Fuxun didn't know what he was dreaming about. He kept muttering "don't leave" with an uneasy expression and great pain, "Fire..."
Ji Nanbei stepped forward and probed Ye Fuxun's forehead. A pair of catkins immediately grasped his hand, as if grasping a life-saving straw. His brows relaxed slightly. Mother Wang took a breath of air again, as if she had discovered something.
As if in adultery, he walked to Ye Fuxun's bedside and called softly, "Princess, Princess... wake up..."
"pain……"
"Get out!" Ji Nanbei said coldly. Mother Wang was stunned. She looked at Ye Fuxun who was a little uneasy, and then at Ji Nanbei who was looking at Ye Fuxun tenderly. Finally, she took a deep breath and said softly.
He coughed and said, "I'm warning you, don't do anything to my young master? Otherwise, His Highness King Chen will skin you!"
"Angelica!"
Ji Nanbei gave a cold shout, and Angelica, who was guarding the door, opened the door and walked in, holding Mother Wang's fat body and walked out. Only Ye Fuxun and Ji Nanbei were left in the room.
This was Ji Nanbei's first time staying in a sealed space with Ye Fuxun, without the interruption of others. He quietly looked at Ye Fuxun who was moaning in his dreams. He reached out his hand to gently wipe away the tears streaking the corners of his eyes.
Touching those delicate red lips, he lowered his body to explore the fragrance. He followed his heart and slowly approached his love.
"Ah Zhuo..."
Boom! The name that the woman dreamed out of her mouth was like a thunder exploding above his head. He stood up suddenly. What did he just do?! The woman on the bed was the wife of his best friend, and he was coveting her.
?!He gave up from the beginning, didn't he? Ji Nanbei felt that he was particularly despicable now, like a thief. He stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of Ye Fuxun's quilt that had fallen off, while his other hand was still held.
Looking at the two hands folded together, Ji Nanbei couldn't help but hold the hand he had wanted to hold for a long time.
Ye Fuxun in the dream seemed to have some power that made her calm down. Her frown relaxed, she rubbed her pillow and fell asleep comfortably. Ji Nanbei looked at Ye Fuxun who looked like a cat.
, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Fuxun seemed to have had a long dream. She was nailed to the chair again. Her limbs could not move. She stayed in the dungeon covered in blood and was whipped every day. This time, she was nailed to the chair.
It was no one else but Murong, and Song Hanzhuo was sitting aside, looking at her coldly.
Ye Fuxun was in a daze and didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around at the decoration of the room. It seemed like she was in her own room in Mingyue Pavilion. Then she felt relieved and prepared.
When I got up, I saw Ji Nanbei sleeping peacefully beside the bed. He was still holding her hand?! She was slightly startled, why was Ji Nanbei here?! The brain of a certain princess went blank, and she vaguely felt
I remember that she came to Wen Yan to complain, but she took the pain without complaining. Wen Yan got drunk first, and then she felt sad and drank too? What happened next? What happened next?! Ye Fuxun opened his quilt and saw his own
The clothes were still intact and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Ji Nanbei, Ji Nanbei..." Ye Fuxun called the sleeping person softly, Ji Nanbei looked at Ye Fuxun sleepily, "Xun'er
,you're awake."
"Why are you here?!" Ye Fuxun covered himself with a quilt, stared and asked, "Why are you in Mingyue Pavilion? What happened?"
Ji Nanbei, who was already awake, looked at Ye Fuxun who looked confused and defensive. He suppressed the hurt in his eyes and suddenly leaned forward with a wicked smile, "Xun'er, do you really not remember anything? You
Don’t you remember what you did to me?”
"You...you...don't talk nonsense!" Ye Fuxun stepped back, retreated to the corner of the bed, and piled the quilts in front of him, "How could I do anything to you? Don't even think about lying to me."
"Oh, I'm so sad. It seems that Xun'er doesn't remember anything, so I'll help you recall it." As he spoke, Ji Nanbei was only a fist away from Ye Fuxun, and the faint scent of medicine lingered on his body.
On Ye Fuxun's nose, it smelled very good. It was different from the fragrance of Long Yanxiang on Song Hanzhuo. When he thought of Song Hanzhuo, Ye Fuxun pushed Ji Nanbei away, "Who wants to remember? Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Fuxun said
Xun lifted the quilt and said confidently, "I am drunk and can't remember anything. Even if I did something to you, it was unconscious. You are not allowed to threaten me with this matter."
In the push just now, Ye Fuxun used a lot of force, and the newly healed wound on his body split open again. Ji Nanbei covered his right shoulder, his face was slightly pale, and his elbows rested on the edge of the bed.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Fuxun noticed something was wrong with him and asked worriedly without worrying about what happened just now.
"Hahahaha, I lied to you." Ji Nanbei endured the pain and smiled heartily at Ye Fuxun.
"You actually lied to me!" Ye Fuxun threw the pillow on him angrily, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, and out of the corner of his eye saw Ji Nanbei covering his right shoulder with a somewhat solemn expression.
Too pale, he suddenly realized that he might really be injured. He quickly put down the tea cup and stepped forward to support Ji Nanbei, "How did you get hurt? Who hurt you?"
"A little injury." Ji Nanbei put down his hand as if nothing had happened and smiled at Ye Fuxun, "Why are you so smart this time?"
Ye Fuxun rolled his eyes at him and helped Ji Nanbei sit down, "Just wait, I'll get you some medicine."
"No, it's really just a minor injury. I just lied to you." Ji Nanbei said with a smile. Seeing that Ye Fuxun still had a gloomy face, he felt warm in his heart and said, "You forgot, I am
Holy hands of miraculous doctors, I know the extent of my injuries."
"A doctor doesn't heal himself, haven't you heard?" He rummaged through the cabinets and found a bottle of Jin Chuang Powder, "Take off your clothes."
Ji Nanbei looked at Ye Fuxun in surprise, covering his chest with his other uninjured hand, "What are you going to do to me?"
Ye Fuxun had no time to pay attention to this man who was making trouble for him, and roughly pulled his hand away, "Hurry up."
Ji Nanbei smiled and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing only his injured right shoulder. The white cloth that had been bandaged was already bleeding, and Ye Fuxun's beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
"Does your medicine work?" Ji Nanbei looked down on the bottle of Jinchuang Powder in Ye Fuxun's hand.
"It'll work." Ye Fuxun glanced at the medicine in his hand and looked at Ji Nanbei innocently, "Don't worry, it's okay. This is Jin Chuang San. Although it's not as good as your miraculous medicines, it can at least stop bleeding.
.”
"It's better to use my medicine." Song Hanzhuo said that he didn't know when a delicate white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, "This is the best purple jade powder, it has a miraculous effect on wound healing."
Ye Fuxun took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to curse in his heart, and desperately told himself that this was a wounded person, so he couldn't be violent. He took the purple jade powder from Song Hanzhuo's hand angrily, and removed the white cloth on his body.
Opening it, a deep wound appeared in front of her eyes, similar to a sword wound, penetrating his shoulder.
Ye Fuxun took a breath and asked, "How could the injury be so serious?" He carefully sprinkled purple jade powder on Ji Nanbei's wound.
Those soft little hands seemed to relieve Ji Nanbei's pain. The warm hands touched his shoulders, and the contact between skin and skin made Ji Nanbei feel a little distracted.
"Okay." Ye Fuxun tied a beautiful knot and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He put away the bloody white cloth and put the medicine back to its place. When he turned around, Ji Nanbei had already dressed and moved around.
I touched my right arm and felt much better.
"You haven't answered me yet, how could you be so seriously injured?" Ye Fuxun poured him a cup of tea and asked persistently.